God bless the Indian Summer
Oh, the ultraviolet rays
are washing over Rapid City.
Things have been strange lately.
I don't feel like doing much.
I'm working 40 (sometimes more)
hours a week at a job that I hate.
Ok, ok. I don't hate it,
but it stresses me out alot.
Working with people and money,
and people's money,
is extremely stressful and tiring.
I get home from work and just want to sit.
Plans for weekends are overwhelming for me.
It's never been like this;
I'm usually so social and out going!
But my weekends and my days off
our exclusively for Josh and I.
Maybe I'm just greedy.
Or maybe I'm mildly anti social.
But I am starting to feel guilty about it.
A group of girls from work wanted to take
another co-worker out for night on the town.
I told them "no" primarily because I loathe the new girl
(it's torture to be around her)
and because we had plans to see the Pharmacy.
And when we invited the Pharmacy to stay with us,
(which outraged Amethyst... but that's another thing)
I was extremely stressed out.
6 dirty indie kids smelling up the living room,
watching movies at full blast volume,
coughing and sneezing all over the computer.
I shouldn't have been stressed at all;
because I enjoyed their company
and getting the chance to finally
(and I mean finally)
find out what happened to Electric Blanket.
It turns out that the Pharmacy
happens to be good friends with
the guys from Electric Blanket!
How neat is that?
But the point is:
I should have been having a really good time,
but I was so stressed out and anxious
that I couldn't really enjoy it much.
Maybe I'm just going crazy.
That's probably all that's wrong.
Go listen to "Control" by Pedro the Lion.
A refreshing classic re-visted.
are washing over Rapid City.
Things have been strange lately.
I don't feel like doing much.
I'm working 40 (sometimes more)
hours a week at a job that I hate.
Ok, ok. I don't hate it,
but it stresses me out alot.
Working with people and money,
and people's money,
is extremely stressful and tiring.
I get home from work and just want to sit.
Plans for weekends are overwhelming for me.
It's never been like this;
I'm usually so social and out going!
But my weekends and my days off
our exclusively for Josh and I.
Maybe I'm just greedy.
Or maybe I'm mildly anti social.
But I am starting to feel guilty about it.
A group of girls from work wanted to take
another co-worker out for night on the town.
I told them "no" primarily because I loathe the new girl
(it's torture to be around her)
and because we had plans to see the Pharmacy.
And when we invited the Pharmacy to stay with us,
(which outraged Amethyst... but that's another thing)
I was extremely stressed out.
6 dirty indie kids smelling up the living room,
watching movies at full blast volume,
coughing and sneezing all over the computer.
I shouldn't have been stressed at all;
because I enjoyed their company
and getting the chance to finally
(and I mean finally)
find out what happened to Electric Blanket.
It turns out that the Pharmacy
happens to be good friends with
the guys from Electric Blanket!
How neat is that?
But the point is:
I should have been having a really good time,
but I was so stressed out and anxious
that I couldn't really enjoy it much.
Maybe I'm just going crazy.
That's probably all that's wrong.
Go listen to "Control" by Pedro the Lion.
A refreshing classic re-visted.